Trip to nowhere.
Of my factions, of my memories
What is this we call life?
A sigh that goes away with an inhalation.
Souls that disappear into ashes.
I travel in memories that run rampant into the past.
I look to the future with disdain and think
What am I doing here?
Thanatos looks at me from afar.
Their basins sunk in that smiling face,
sleepy mocking, premature laughter.
I can't keep looking at him,
I must... What am I supposed to do?
Board the train from afar, take your best ticket,
far, far away.
No matter where just...
go away.
Live without thinking about tomorrow,
enjoys the litany of time.
Your best companion is yourself.
It'll be decades before you understand my words,
and when the time comes,
when that light hits your soul.
It'll be too late.
Tanatos will be waiting for you at sunset.
Thanks for read this extrange piece of literature made by me.